There is something appealing about the unknown
That unclear path ahead
That grey thought in the mind
That hazy feeling of what to expect
That unfamiliar routine
That undisclosed location
That hidden possibility
That excitement of something new in the offing
So help me God
as I step into this unknown
out of my comfort zone
March 31, 2019
Look what I have learnt!!.......I turned the big 4-0 in 2014 and decided what better way to mark this than to have a blog that I can write all the things I have learnt/ am learning in this great journey called LIFE...
Tuesday, 19 March 2019
Wednesday, 6 February 2019
This day 30 years ago
So there was an internet craze that went round for the 10yearchallenge
and of course yours truly jumped on board and I must say i enjoyed seeing the various transformations that people have gone through in ten short years
then boom!
my sister who is a great reservoir of old photos sends me this pic of my highschool ID
I joined Form 1 on Feb 1 1989 - that's a whooping 30 years ago and I can remember the events of the day so well. Funny thing is that when i reminisce with former classmates on what we did in high school so many details are not clear in my mind, but my joining form 1 is crystal clear
We (my Dad & I) rocked into Limuru with those black London taxis...they were famous then...i think for KENATCO ....or something like that. Dont know if the taxi waited for my Dad - probably. All i for sure that he was extremely proud of me joining this school and took me to school himself. Needless to say I think he came back only one other time to Limuru.....but I digress.
The admission process was smooth and I had with me all the items in the list as indicated, and I mean ALL, included a hockey stick and a squash racket!! all that cost an arm and a leg, and my dad could not hear of any logic of rationalising the list and getting only the most important...or essentials. The school looked very big and daunting...and I wondered for a brief moment whether I would fit it....we were finally shown to our rooms and I just loved the size....4 in one space...not like my primary where it was a proper dorm with over 50 children in one space. One roommate came from Turkana county, of course I had never interacted with anyone from that far off, and her stories of how dry the place was were quite interesting......sadly she left before we completed form 4 - sometimes I wonder what path her life took. The school 'houses' were named after rivers in Africa - I was assigned Zambezi ....interesting times ahead!
Thats how I began my secondary school journey...and endured the mostly chilly weather for another 4 years
Ahhh memories are made of this!!
and of course yours truly jumped on board and I must say i enjoyed seeing the various transformations that people have gone through in ten short years
then boom!
my sister who is a great reservoir of old photos sends me this pic of my highschool ID
I joined Form 1 on Feb 1 1989 - that's a whooping 30 years ago and I can remember the events of the day so well. Funny thing is that when i reminisce with former classmates on what we did in high school so many details are not clear in my mind, but my joining form 1 is crystal clear
We (my Dad & I) rocked into Limuru with those black London taxis...they were famous then...i think for KENATCO ....or something like that. Dont know if the taxi waited for my Dad - probably. All i for sure that he was extremely proud of me joining this school and took me to school himself. Needless to say I think he came back only one other time to Limuru.....but I digress.
The admission process was smooth and I had with me all the items in the list as indicated, and I mean ALL, included a hockey stick and a squash racket!! all that cost an arm and a leg, and my dad could not hear of any logic of rationalising the list and getting only the most important...or essentials. The school looked very big and daunting...and I wondered for a brief moment whether I would fit it....we were finally shown to our rooms and I just loved the size....4 in one space...not like my primary where it was a proper dorm with over 50 children in one space. One roommate came from Turkana county, of course I had never interacted with anyone from that far off, and her stories of how dry the place was were quite interesting......sadly she left before we completed form 4 - sometimes I wonder what path her life took. The school 'houses' were named after rivers in Africa - I was assigned Zambezi ....interesting times ahead!
Thats how I began my secondary school journey...and endured the mostly chilly weather for another 4 years
Ahhh memories are made of this!!
Thursday, 20 December 2018
Power to Read
1998 was a year of many firsts
i graduated with my degree in december
and what a grand day it was!!
looking back at the photo
i looked so young
gosh
and to think that some classmates
were already mothers by then!!
i had also just landed my first real job
and getting into the thick of being
a
mukereketwa!! hehehehehehe
well
20 years later
am still reading
and doing all that pertains
to that degree
as I was ordered back then!!
cheers to many more
i graduated with my degree in december
and what a grand day it was!!
looking back at the photo
i looked so young
gosh
and to think that some classmates
were already mothers by then!!
i had also just landed my first real job
and getting into the thick of being
a
mukereketwa!! hehehehehehe
well
20 years later
am still reading
and doing all that pertains
to that degree
as I was ordered back then!!
cheers to many more
Thursday, 13 December 2018
Face of hope....
Remember this one?????
HE IS GRADUATING FROM KENYATTA UNIVERSITY TOMORROW DEC 14!!!!
MAY GOD BE FOREVER PRAISED!!!
Face of hope...
All the stories recently in the media about KCPE, bursaries, corruption, needy deserving bright Kenyan students reminded me of what happened last week
Last Friday morning I was seating in a colleagues office in Marsabit town just chatting on different things – the kind of peace work they are engaged in, the girls and boys that are involved in the peace soccer tournaments that they organise, the fact that there are numerous human rights issues that happen all the time within Marsabit but cant be spoken about etc etc….what was evident was that growing up in northern Kenya compared to the rest of Kenya are two very different realities that either side simply cannot appreciate unless they consciously make an effort, hence no wonder the policies are so biased when it comes to what is relevant to Northern Kenya…and so on.
Then we got round to speaking about education and she mentioned that the levels of poverty are so high just like many parts of Kenya and the children who manage to at least finish primary school, simply end up lazing about in the village – the girls will probably be married by then and the boys become local ‘soldiers’. And we spoke on the different possibilities of getting support for these children because for instance several members of the soccer team that they sponsor will probably not go ahead to secondary school because of school fees. So far most of the scholarships offered one has to have had 350 points and above out of the possible 500– we ranted over how such scholarships should consider how difficult it is even to get these grades in these parts of the country and you cant have the same marks applied to all.
However, there was one advert from Jomo Kenyatta Foundation (JKF) which she placed outside their office and a Board member from a certain village 20km away told her that there was a young man from her village who has the requisite qualifications and so she asked him to come and see her. He came (on foot) and together they tried to complete the forms and get the requisite documents for the application. She had made copies of the forms they had filled so that he sends the originals by post. And so since I was coming back to Nairobi she asked that I carry the copies to JKF since she was not sure if the boy managed to post them and even if he did it would probably not meet the today (3rd February) deadline.
Imagine when she opened her office door, there he was, with his father, they had come back to her office so that his father can see who is helping his son and also to show her the extra supporting documents that they had managed to gather…so now this means that I was given the originals to safely deliver at the JKF offices on Enterprise road in Nairobi – I mean the look of hope in both their faces was palatable…the numerous thank yous that they were giving us was heart rending – at that point I really wished I was a JKF person so that I could give the assurance that he had the scholarship!!! Despite my colleague saying that all we are doing was ensuring that the form gets delivered, we are in no way associated with JKF and when they get the scholarship is when they should really thank JKF….
I can only imagine what was going through the old mans head, here was a man who had two other children who had equally passed their KCPE despite the odds, had been called to good secondary schools but their hopes of joining secondary schools were dashed since the father could not raise the requisite fees…yes I know this happens all over Kenya as well, but my hearts strings were really pulled as I sat meekly in that office accepting the envelope that was given to me with both hands as if to say, it’s a done deal!
God please help this young man get this scholarship and give him a fighting chance to get his family out of the unending cycle of poverty.
Monday, 10 December 2018
UDHR@70
funny story
before joining COVAW in September1998
- cool 20 years ago,
I had never had of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights!!
so when there was all this hullaballoo around in in December 1998
and the celebrations to mark 50 years of the declaration,
i just went with the flow
now this year marks 70 years since the UDHR
and what really has changed??
one things for sure,
the fight goes on!!
before joining COVAW in September1998
- cool 20 years ago,
I had never had of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights!!
so when there was all this hullaballoo around in in December 1998
and the celebrations to mark 50 years of the declaration,
i just went with the flow
now this year marks 70 years since the UDHR
and what really has changed??
one things for sure,
the fight goes on!!
Tuesday, 4 December 2018
welcome to the double digits!
so lil ms sunshine turns 10 today!!
imagine that!!
one day she was one
and now 10
how time flies
her name, means joy
am told it also means abundance
in amharic no less
some people have called her
rahab!
others
furaha....
its Raha, short & simple
and her name is my wish for her
everlasting joy in her life
may God always hold you
my raha
in the palm of his hand!!
imagine that!!
one day she was one
and now 10
how time flies
her name, means joy
am told it also means abundance
in amharic no less
some people have called her
rahab!
others
furaha....
its Raha, short & simple
and her name is my wish for her
everlasting joy in her life
may God always hold you
my raha
in the palm of his hand!!
Thursday, 15 November 2018
Liberated
Liberated
there is something liberating
about finally making a decision
you know the thoughts
that have taken trips
round your head
for ages
and finally you have called
that important
'board' meeting with yourself?
you know
the one that has
me, myself and I present?
and you make THE DECISION
totally liberating
hashtag/ current situation
there is something liberating
about finally making a decision
you know the thoughts
that have taken trips
round your head
for ages
and finally you have called
that important
'board' meeting with yourself?
you know
the one that has
me, myself and I present?
and you make THE DECISION
totally liberating
hashtag/ current situation
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